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"You should have sent for a doctor!"
"I did," she said indignantly. "But babies don't wait for doctors."
"Hmm." Bayer stood up. "Wait there." He left the room.
Carla stayed where she was. She was being subjected to a harsh test, but so far she thought she was doing all right. Fortunately, she was used to give-and-take arguments with men and women of all ages: combative discussions were commonplace in the von Ulrich house, and she had been holding her own with her parents and brother for as long as she could remember.
Bayer was gone for several minutes. What was he doing? Had he gone to fetch a colleague to meet this unprecedentedly brilliant girl applicant? That seemed too much to hope for.
She was tempted to pick up one of the books on his shelf and read, but she was scared of offending him, so she stood still and did nothing.
He came back after ten minutes with a pack of cigarettes. Surely he had not kept her standing in the middle of the room all this time while he went to the tobacconist's shop? Or was that another test? She began to feel angry.
He took his time lighting up, as if he needed to collect his thoughts. He blew out smoke and said: "How would you, as a woman, deal with a man who had an infection of the penis?"
She was embarrassed, and felt herself blush. She had never discussed the penis with a man. But she knew she had to be robust about such things if she wanted to be a doctor. "In the same way that you, as a man, would deal with a vaginal infection," she said. He looked horrified, and she feared she had been insolent. Hastily she went on: "I would examine the infected area carefully, try to establish the nature of the infection, and probably treat it with sulfonamide, although I have to admit we did not cover this in my school biology course."
He said skeptically: "Have you ever seen a naked man?"
"Yes."
He affected to be outraged. "But you are a single girl!"
"When my grandfather was dying he was bedridden and incontinent. I helped my mother keep him clean--she could not manage on her own, he was too heavy." She tried a smile. "Women do these things all the time, Professor, for the very young and the very old, the sick and the helpless. We're used to it. It's only men who find such tasks embarrassing."
He was looking more and more cross, even though she was answering well. What was going wrong? It was almost as if he would have been happier for her to be intimidated by his manner and to give stupid replies.
He put out his cigarette thoughtfully in the ashtray on his desk. "I'm afraid you are not suitable as a candidate for this scholarship," he said.
She was astonished. How had she failed? She had answered every question! "Why not?" she said. "My qualifications are irreproachable."
"You are unwomanly. You talk freely of the vagina and the penis."
"It was you who started that! I merely answered your question."
"You have clearly been brought up in a coarse environment where you saw the nakedness of your male relatives."
"Do you think old people's diapers should be changed by men? I'd like to see you do it!"
"Worst of all you are disrespectful and insolent."
"You asked me challenging questions. If I had given you timid replies you would have said I wasn't tough enough to be a doctor--wouldn't you?"
He was momentarily speechless, and she realized that was exactly what he would have done.
"You've wasted my time," she said, and she went to the door.
"Get married," he said. "Produce children for the Fuhrer. That's your role in life. Do your duty!"
She went out and slammed the door.
Frieda looked up in alarm. "What happened?"
Carla headed for the exit without replying. She caught the eye of the secretary, who looked pleased, clearly knowing what had happened. Carla said to her: "You can wipe that smirk off your face, you dried-up old bitch." She had the satisfaction of seeing the woman's shock and horror.
Outside the building she said to Frieda: "He had no intention of recommending me for the scholarship, because I'm a woman. My qualifications were irrelevant. I did all that work for nothing." Then she burst into tears.
Frieda put her arms around her.
